La Casa De Tres Gatos Locos…The House Of Three Crazy Cats

Several years ago my husband and I started referring to our home as the house of three crazy cats—seemed fitting! We decided to have a sign made up and thought it would be great for it to be in Spanish as the words sound more exotic. A dear friend kindly translated the phrase correctly into Spanish and my wonderful Uncle who we lovingly call “Unk” carved a beautiful sign out of wood for us. Our intention had been to hang it on the top of our front door on the outside but the sign is so beautiful that we decided to hang it in the living room instead.

This week “la casa de tres gatos locos” has been seriously threatened with the possible loss of one of those furry “gatos” and we’ve been in flux and stressed out—all 5 of us! Fortunately at the moment my little Gurney is home and making progress but this is a day to day thing.

I spent hours Thursday and Friday at the vet snuggling with her as she is my scared-y cat who goes no where except for her yearly vet trip and hides when ever we have company. In fact most people don’t even know she exists. So being away from home, not feeling well and terribly distressed was not a likely combination for her to get better. I am confident that had I not spent that time with her she would not have come home.

Spending those hours holding on to her was not what I had anticipated for the end of this week at all. We never know what the next moment will bring do we!

I am doing physical therapy for a pinched nerve in my neck and Friday morning during the very last minute of my traction therapy my eyes opened quickly as I came to the realization that I needed to let go and only in that would I find any peace during this ordeal. My husband and I both had anticipated having to say goodbye to her Friday or Saturday as a very dreadful reality.

Shortly after this moment of acceptance my husband text me with incredible news that her kidney numbers had dramatically improved from the day before and the vet was rather excited about that too. I was amazed at the timing of this event and my recognition of that wise voice inside that helped me to let go.

Letting go is about loving. I told my dad before he took his last breath that it was ok for him to go and I did that out of love as hard as it was to do. It is out of loving Gurney that I found my ability to let her go too if the need is there as I don’t want for her to suffer.

This house would/will not be the same with out that little one for sure. I am most grateful for some extra time with her no matter how much that ends up being. While she is making progress there is still more healing for her to do to have quality of life—she has to regain her appetite and eat.

This week has helped me remember what is most important in my life too. Out of bad good does come—if we are open to it.

What do you need to remember as being most important in your life?